shanmonster | The Dream

I'm standing in a small room with f00dave. A deep trench leads to a large breach in the wall. We jump down into the trench and make our way into the hole. A huge tiger jumps snarling into the trench with us, and runs into the hole. And then, someone lobs a hand grenade after the cat. f00 and I desperately begin to clamber out of the hole, but there isn't enough time to climb out. The grenade explodes, and so does the tiger, into gobbets of pancakes and maple syrup. We might explode, too. I'm not certain if we survive, and then I wake up.

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And now for some linkage:

Greatest Hacker in the WORLD!: Even with my pitiable computer lore, I can recognize a lamer when I see one.

Lucy in the Sky With Shatner: Now with video!

Child brides and vampire names: Bizarre the norm in family mass murder trial: If this were a movie, I'd watch it.

Body Mint: "A stinky fart under the covers can ruin those most intimate moments. With bodymint the stools turn an attractive green instead of that boring brown color. The green Bodymint contained in the stools deodorizes the gases as they transit the intestine. Farts will not smell like roses, but the sharpest and most disgusting nasal notes are reduced or eliminated." This stuff perturbs me. Shit ought to stink, and it ought not to be green.

What Makes A Woman A Woman?: It's time for yet another stupid senate bill. This one implies that infertile women are not women (shades of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale) (thanks, lj user=fourcorners>).

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